born to you

When I went out, I saw He Jinmin: "Grandpa, are you looking for me?"

"Yeah." He Jinmin nodded, and led him to the direction of the study, "Lao Xu and Xiao Shan went out to buy vegetables, and I'm going to write a piece of calligraphy, so come and grind ink for me."

"Okay." He Jing obediently followed him.

The study room is also built on the second floor, just two rooms away from the house where He Jing and the others live. There are two large bamboo bookshelves on the left and right. The ancient books and calligraphy and paintings on them are piled up casually. Those who really know the goods can enter There must be admiration first and then distress.

He Jing walked to the desk first, spread out the rice paper and pressed it down with a paperweight, looked at the row of brushes of different sizes on Bijiashan and asked, "What did you write today?"

In his impression, He Jinmin likes to express his heart in wild grass, and when he stretches out his hand, he wants to pick up the soft wool hanging on the edge.

He Jinmin replied: "Tao Te Ching."

Got it.

He Jing took the rat whiskers from the rack, rinsed them briefly in the brush washer, and then put them on the rack to drain.

He took distilled water with a copper spoon and dotted it on the inkstone, picked up the ink stick and drew circles on it to grind out the ink.

After all preparations were completed, He Jing put the ink stick back on the ink bed and stepped aside.

"Grandpa, ink research is finished."

He Jinmin then put down the book from the bookshelf, stuffed it in a compartment, and came over to check with his hands behind his back.

"I've been outside for a few years, and I haven't forgotten these basic skills. It seems that I still remember how to write with a pen and how to grind ink." Seeing He Jing's methodical preparations, He Jinmin's complexion improved a little. .

He walked around the table before leaving the study door: "It's time for a cup of tea, Chapter 73 of Tao Te Ching."

He Jing understands that this is to test whether he has forgotten his childhood knowledge and literacy, so he doesn't talk nonsense, just picks up the hard pen that has already been set, dips a proper amount of ink, and starts to write.

He Jinmin went downstairs, slowly sat in the living room and turned on the Tieguanyin that he had just received in the morning, played for a while, and then drank it.

While drinking, I thought, did I give too much water in this cup of tea?Forget it, for the sake of that kid He Jing at least remembers what kind of tea he likes to drink, just put the water in.

He knew early in the morning that these two boxes of tea were actually brought back by He Jing, so this kid was willing to remember his preferences.

When he walked into the study room again, He Jing had already finished the content, put down the brush on the pen holder and was reading a book.

He Jing was fascinated, and He Jinmin coughed and reminded him several times before he realized it.

"Grandpa." He put the book back in its original place with some embarrassment, "I haven't read an ancient book for a long time, and I'm a little fascinated."

He Jinmin walked to the desk, passed by the bookshelf, and took down the book just now and put it in He Jing's arms.

The mouth is not honest: "You deserve it because you haven't read it much."

Then he looked at the article, a little dissatisfied: "Why haven't you made any progress in the past few years? How many times have you said not to hide the front, why can't you remember?"

He Jing lowered her head: "Then teach me more."

"I don't teach. I don't want to lose face if I can't write well. I don't like to practice."

Even though he said so, he still dipped some ink again and wrote a big demonstration character on the blank space of the paper.

He Jing admired: "It's better that you wrote it, Grandpa."

He Jinmin understood now: "Are you kidding me?"

What has not progressed is hiding the level!

"Qingchen dare not."

"You don't dare to be a fart." He Jinmin scolded, "Why did you come back suddenly?"

He Jing still lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly: "Come back and see you."

"Come on, it's fine for me to cross the land with Lao Xu, and who cares about your return will have to take care of you." He Jinmin didn't believe it.

He Jing didn't answer, but imitated a brush with her hand, and practiced the order of strokes over and over on the table.

He Jinmin guessed: "Don't be uncomfortable living in Linliang, right? Let me tell you, you choose the road yourself. Don't think I will tell you that this is your eternal harbor. If you miss some roads, you will miss them." ..."

He Jing interrupted: "No, I have no regrets, and I have never felt uncomfortable in Linliang. I really want to see you."

"Oh, fine." He Jinmin was a little uncomfortable with the sudden sensation.

The grandfather and grandson fell silent for a while, and no one was thinking about what to do next.

Fortunately, Luo Mingshan broke in and broke the silence.

"Grandpa, Grandpa Xu and I just bought sweet-scented osmanthus cake. It's very delicious. Come down and try it!" Luo Mingshan pushed open the door happily.

He Jinmin has always liked Luo Mingshan, who has an outgoing personality, and he beckoned He Jing to go downstairs together.

"Grandpa, you go down first, I'll go down after I tidy up here." He Jing never forgets the cleaning up project at the end of calligraphy.

He Jinmin nodded, and following Luo Mingshan down the stairs, He Jing could still hear Luo Mingshan's laughter while washing his brushes.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he was obviously still lying on his bed last night, a few words aroused his desire to go home, and he drove the plane back home early in the morning.

Obviously, he has been away from here for several years.

It turns out that longing is a stubbornness engraved in the bones, and the story of missing relatives every festive season is also true.

Although He Jinmin hadn't looked at him since he entered this room, He Jinmin was very happy if he could see it.

Whatever his motivation for coming back in the first place, that was enough.

After tidying up the desk, He Jing went downstairs. Walking on the stairs, he heard Luo Mingshan telling He Jinmin the interesting things that happened to him.

Luo Mingshan winked mysteriously at He Jinmin: "Grandpa, guess what, I have a girlfriend!"

He Jinmin is not the kind of stubborn old man with rigid thinking, and naturally he does not strictly put an end to puppy love. He is quite happy to hear the news: "Hey, is it beautiful? Do you have a picture?"

Luo Mingshan laughed loudly: "Grandpa, why did you ask this question all the time? Shouldn't you let me pay more attention to the inside instead of the outside?"

He Jinmin also joked with him: "Come on, I was with your grandma because she was beautiful and kind, but mainly because of her beauty."

Luo Mingshan had never met He Jinmin's wife, and to be honest, even He Jing had never met his grandmother.It is said that it was a special period decades ago. It was rumored that the He family was not pure in politics and was raped. Min He's one-year-old son is the father of He Jing.

He Jinmin added: "Although you haven't seen it. Alas, it was really true at the time. I didn't expect to leave a photo. I could only see it in my dreams. Fortunately, I didn't leave a photo. She can only be missed by me alone. "

Luo Mingshan nodded: "Brother Jing can tell how beautiful grandma is."

He Jing eavesdropped for a while, and then slowly appeared from behind the stairs, just as Lao Xu was also yelling for dinner.

He Jing ran to the kitchen to help serve dishes, and waited for the two elders and guests to sit down before taking their seats.

Old Xu first helped He Jing and Luo Mingshan fill a bowl of sweet rice wine glutinous rice balls, the filling almost flowed down the side of the bowl, and he filled another half bowl for He Jinmin.

He Jinmin was a little unhappy: "Old Xu, why do you still treat them differently!"

Old Xu smiled and said nothing.

He Jing interrupted: "Grandpa, I heard that your blood sugar is too high? Then follow the doctor's advice and eat less sweets."

He Jinmin gave Lao Xu a hard look: "Take a small report!" After that, he reluctantly drank half a bowl of sweet rice wine.

He Jing never thought that this persuasion would go so smoothly, and was a little surprised.

Although the He family has a rigorous family style, they can't bear it. He Jinmin is a talkative person, so there has never been a saying of "eating, sleeping, and talking". In addition, I haven't seen him for several years. A few more greetings.

At the dinner table, Old Xu asked: "Qingchen, are you still used to going back there this time?"

He Jing nodded: "Not bad."

Old Xu asked again: "What about your academic performance?"

Luo Mingshan became interested: "Grandpa Xu, you don't know! Brother Jing is number one this semester! Number one in grade!"

Old Xu raised his eyebrows happily: "Really? Why is Qingchen so powerful?"

He Jinmin nuzui: "There are no children who are not good at learning in our family."

Old Xu ignored him, and looked at He Jing tenderly: "Then have you talked about friends?"

"Cough cough cough..." He Jing was choked by the chili pepper, and his eyes were red from the heat.

Luo Mingshan patted him hard on the back, afraid that He Jing would be coughed and he would not be able to catch his breath.

Old Xu laughed: "What's the matter with this kid? Just ask you, are you so excited about this?"

It took He Jing a long time to recover, but her face was still flushed, burning to the back of her ears: "No, no... I didn't have any friends at school."

"Is there anyone you like?"

He Jing inevitably thought of that figure, and nodded solemnly.

Seeing that Old Xu might want to ask more questions, Luo Mingshan quickly changed the topic: "Grandpa Xu, let me tell you, I have a girlfriend."

Old Xu was really interested, so he forgot to ask He Jing for the details of his crush, and followed Luo Mingshan's guidance to chat with him.

He Jing made a credit for Luo Mingshan in his heart.

He just nodded his head in a daze, and had no idea how to answer if he was asked, "What kind of person are you?"

How to do?

Is it possible to tell the truth: "That kid upstairs."

Afraid of being kicked out.

At night, the two of them were lying on the bed after taking a shower. Luo Mingshan lay on the side of the bed and kicked He Jing who was reading a book.

"Brother Jing, I'm leaving tomorrow? I have to go home early and return to Linliang sooner. This time I came too suddenly and I haven't gotten along well with Yueyue yet."

He Jing sighed: "You two just called."

"That's different!" Luo Mingshan said, "I want to see her with my own eyes. The feeling of online dating is really uncomfortable."

Seeing that Luo Mingshan had stopped for a while, He Jing asked, "Grandpa Luo will be back tomorrow?"

"That's not right, it will arrive in the afternoon during the day, I have to go back to pick up the plane tomorrow, my parents haven't arrived yet."

"It's okay," He Jing comforted, "It's pretty quick to go back from here, and I'll be at your house in just over two hours. But be careful when you take the train, it's the Spring Festival travel season, and there are a lot of people."

Luo Mingshan patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, brother Jing, I'll tell you when I arrive."

He Jing is not worried about him: "I'm worried about the calligraphy and paintings that my old man stuffed into your box, don't bump them..."

Luo Mingshan's grandfather knew He Jinmin a few years ago, and he liked his calligraphy and paintings very much, but it's not convenient to come and see him now that he lives abroad.This time when Luo Mingshan came over, He Jinmin rolled up several volumes of calligraphy and painting with a wave of his hand and asked Luo Mingshan to hand them over.

Luo Mingshan pursed his lips: "I know that our old man's calligraphy and paintings are rare, so I promise not to damage them."

As soon as it was daylight, He Jing carried him to the main road, watched Luo Mingshan get into the car, and then returned to the yard.

Although it was still early, he had already got up and didn't want to go back to sleep. He Jing simply filled the watering pot with water and helped He Jinmin take care of his flowers and plants.

This yard is exactly the same as in his childhood memory, even the placement of several pots of flowers and plants is almost the same, He Jing was in a daze for a while.

After a while, Lao Xu got up to prepare breakfast, and went around the yard as usual.

Seeing He Jing, he asked in a low voice, "Why did Qing Chen wake up so early?"

He Jing put down the vase, asked how early it was, and replied, "I just sent Luoming Mountain away, and when I couldn't sleep, I came to the yard to water the flowers. You got up quite early."

Old Xu smiled: "Yes, this is not getting up to make breakfast. How about it, what do you want to eat in the morning?"

He Jing has never been picky about these things, not to mention he is really embarrassed to ask so many demands of his elders: "I can do it, you can do it."

"Okay," Old Xu walked into the house, not forgetting to turn around and give him a task, "By the way, remember to wake your grandfather up in half an hour, or the meal will be cold."

"……it is good."

He Jing suddenly felt that riding a tiger was difficult.

He Jinmin is notoriously angry when he wakes up, but he also likes to get up early, and he has to be woken up early, so almost every morning is spent under the cloud.

After watering the flowers, He Jing looked at the time. It was still half an hour away. He went back to the house to read a book.

Just when I turned the page of the book I was about to read yesterday, the phone rang.

Who is so hardworking this early in the morning?

He Jing lay on the bed to reach for the cell phone on the other side.

It was Li Qi again.

This is really not good, I originally ran to my hometown to avoid him, but this is good, this person called and harassed me repeatedly, leaving him no space to think about the relationship between them.

He Jing answered the phone with a heavy heart, but remained silent.

Li Qi might have understood Li Qi's way of answering the phone, and asked with a smile, "Brother Jing, good morning, are you up yet?"

"Woke up……"

Fortunately, he didn't inherit He Jinmin's get-up spirit, otherwise if Li Qi woke him up in his dream, he would probably scold him.

Li Qi didn't feel at all that 06:30 in the morning was not the right time to make a call: "By the way, I heard you said yesterday that Brother Ming is leaving today, so should he get up too?"

"he has gone."

Li Qi breathed a sigh of relief, that's why he called. He heard from Wang Yao that Luo Mingshan slept in the same bed with He Jing when he was in his hometown, scratching his ears and cheeks all night, that's why it was so early in the morning to make people sleep clearly.

"Then what are you doing now?"

"What can I do?" He Jing asked back, "Don't you know it's only 06:30?"

It was only then that Li Qi realized that his phone call seemed a bit inappropriate, so he laughed a few times: "Then are you going to wash up and get up?"

He Jing sighed: "No...I've already washed up and just finished watering the flowers. I'll wake my grandpa up later."

Then he asked again: "You called so early in the morning just to ask me if I got up?"